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Abandoned by her boyfriend and family after the birth of her son, Holly
Sansom collapses in the street. Rio Lombardi, M.D. of Lombardi
Industries, comes to her rescue.
Rio insists that Holly stay at his luxurious home, and proceeds to
lavish her and her baby with all that money can buy. But Rio's emotions
are caught off guard by Holly's natural charm and indifference to his
wealth. In fact, Holly would make a perfect wife....
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We're delighted to announce that is taking place in Harlequin Presents.
This month, in THE ITALIAN'S WIFE by Lynne Graham:
You are invited to the wedding of Rio Lombardi and Holly Sansom.
When Holly, a homeless young woman, collapses in front of Rio Lombardi's
limousine,
he feels compelled to take her and her baby son home with him. Holly
can't believe it
when Rio lavishes her with food, clothes...and a wedding ring....
Coming in July: A Mediterranean Marriage
The Italian's Bride by Diana Hamilton
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ISBN 0-373-12235-7
THE ITALIAN'S WIFE
First North American Publication 2002.
Copyright ©2001 by Lynne Graham.
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When Rio Lombardi finally heard the apartment door open, his handsome
mouth quirked and he sprang upright. Christabel was in for a surprise.
A breathless series of giggles and an urgent whisper which he didn't
catch sounded from the hall, making him frown. Evidently, his fiancée
had a friend in tow. That was the trouble with surprises, Rio
acknowledged in exasperation: their very nature made them unreliable. He
should've warned her that he might make it back to London a day early.
Surrendering his fantasy of sweeping Christabel straight off to bed for
a passionate reunion, Rio crossed the spacious lounge to announce his
presence and make polite social chitchat instead.
But the hall was already empty. A pair of kitten-heeled turquoise shoes
and a pair of diamante-studded black satin mules lay abandoned on the
carpet. Frowning a little at the suspicion that his fiancée might not be
sober again, and now also wondering if he was about to break in on some
cosy girly get-together, Rio strolled down the corridor to the bedroom.
He'd intended to knock on the door but it was wide open and the sight
which met his eyes was so shocking, so utterly unbelievable to him, that
his lean hand froze in mid-air.
Halfway out of her dress, Christabel was kissing... another woman, also
half out of her dress. Paralysed to the threshold, Rio stared, his
dark-as-midnight eyes totally refusing to accept what he was seeing.
They were drunk, fooling about, he started to tell himself; maybe they
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had realised he was in the apartment and were playing some stupid
tasteless joke on him, But they were locked together, breast to breast,
hip to hip, Christabel's glossy blonde hair mingling with the brunette's
darker tresses as they touched each other with the unmistakable
eagerness of lovers. He was so revolted by that acknowledgement that for
an instant he felt physically ill. Christabel, his woman, his lover, his
bride-to-be...
Christabel drew back with a husky, sexy laugh, her fabulous face flushed
with excitement, and only then did the two women realise that they had
an audience poised in the doorway. Rio recognised the brunette as one of
Christabel's friends: Tammy something or other, another fashion model,
also another man's wife.
For a split-second nobody moved or spoke. Aghast, Christabel and Tammy
gaped at him, and then the brunette loosed a strangled moan of horror
and fled into the connecting bathroom, noisily slamming and locking the
door behind her.
'H-heavens...what a fright you gave me...' Christabel faltered,
frantically yanking up her dress to cover her bare breasts, her face now
pale and stiff as marble, her wonderful green eyes glittering with
fearful anxiety. 'Please...you mustn't misunderstand what you just saw,
Rio-'
'Misunderstand?' Rio could never recall it taking more effort to speak
one word levelly. Initial shock and disbelief were giving way to rage
and an unfamiliar sense of appalled bewilderment that only stoked the
rage higher.
'We were just mucking around. Don't be old-fashioned about this...'
Christabel urged in the charged silence as she moved closer and made a
little pleading movement with her manicured hands.
Rio could not take his eyes off her. Christabel Kent, the world-famous
supermodel and media darling who wore his
engagement ring, her Nordic fairness and endless legs a legend in the
fashion and beauty market. Perfect face, perfect body.
'OK...I'll come clean,' Christabel continued feverishly. 'So I was
missing you dreadfully and I like a change occasionally-'
'A change? You make it sound like it's nothing-'
'It isn't...it's just sex!' his fiancée interrupted, reaching for the
lean, powerful hands coiled into fierce fists of self-restraint by his
sides. 'Nothing for you to worry about or even think about, because if
you don't like it I swear it won't ever happen again!'
Rio backed out of her reach. In his mind's eye he could still only see
one image: Christabel wrapped half-naked and excited round another
woman. Just sex? He felt betrayed. He felt incredulous. He felt
something he wasn't used to feeling: foolish,
'All right...you're shocked and furious and I understand and I'm reallyr />
sorry!' Christabel was panicking at his lack of response. 'I'll make it
up to you-'
'What with? An offer to join the two of you?' Rio derided between
clenched white teeth.
Christabel looked up at him, green eyes gleaming with sudden relief
lightened by a shard of seductive amusement. 'Would you like that, darling?'
Violence coursed through Rio in a molten wave and a shudder of angry
revulsion passed through him. If she hadn't been a woman he would have
knocked her through the wall and if that was an old-fashioned reaction,
tough! Yet her stupidity in assuming that his contemptuous question
might have been a serious hint that all would be forgiven if he got a
piece of the same action freed him from that first binding shock.
'I'll give you time to move out of here,' Rio breathed
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with raw clarity. 'I'll deal with cancelling the wedding arrangements-'
'You can't be serious!' Christabel gasped in stricken horror. 'We're
perfect together!'
Rio swung on his heel and strode back down the corridor, Christabel
pursuing him every step of the way, pleading with him to calm down and
think again. In the hall, she shot between him and the front door to
prevent his departure.
'If you tell people about this, my career will be ruined!'
Christabel's career had been built on her clean, wholesome image. No
risque" lingerie assignments, no media coverage of Christabel whooping
it up like a ladette in the clubs, no bad-ass boyfriends. Christabel
liked to pose for off-the-record interviews with fluffy animals and talk
about how mad she was about children, not to mention how crazy she was
about the man she was to marry and how much she was looking forward to
giving up work to be a full-time wife and mother...
Rio reached out and lifted her bodily out of his path. 'Dio mio...I
won't be talking-'
That fear overcome, Christabel cried in desperation. 'Then why can't you
forgive me? Tammy means nothing to me. It's not like she was another man
or I'm in love with her. I love you, Rio-'
She loved him? Had she ever loved him? Or had she loved his enormous
wealth most of all? His sculpted mouth tightening, he recalled that
Christabel had expensive tastes that far outran even her own healthy
earning power. Within a week of his marriage proposal she had confessed
to a string of outstanding bills and had told him how hopeless she was
with money. Impressed by her honesty, he had felt hugely protective
towards her and had cleared her debts without even thinking about what
he was doing.
Yanking himself free of her clinging hands in growing disgust at what
her every reckless word revealed about her character, Rio left the
apartment and made it into the lift. He raised one of his hands and
watched it shake in disbelieving outrage. Balling his fingers back into
an aggressive fist, he punched the steel wall with the full force of the
rage and the pain splintering through him, the savage pain he had been
struggling to deny. He had loved her, he had really loved her and wanted
to marry her.
Santo cielo, he might have given his children a mother who thought
three-in-a-bed sex was a wonderful thrill! A woman who had contrived to
hide her true nature from him so successfully that the sheer shock value
of what he had witnessed and heard would linger with him for a very long
time.
Just sex? Hadn't he been enough for her? Obviously not. As his
bodyguards reared up from their seats in the ground-floor reception
area, their surprise at his unexpected reappearance patent, Rio was bund
to them, his darkly handsome features rigid and ashen pale. Outside, he
drank in deep of the frosty night air before crossing the street to his
limo. Had Christabel been lying back and thinking about other women in
his bed? Had even her pleasure been faked? Had the eager desire she had
shown for his lovemaking all been part of one giant con to ensnare a
very rich husband? How could he have known so little about a woman he
had been with for almost two years?
'Your hand's bleeding, boss. Are you OK?'
Rio angled a cursory glance down at his bruised and bleeding knuckles
before meeting the troubled dark eyes of Ezio. The stockily built older
man had been on his security team since Rio was a student and knew him
too well.
'Si...' But right at that moment Rio did not know when he was ever going
to feel normal again. Like Saverio Lombardi, billionaire head of one of
the proudest, oldest
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families in Italy and the driving force behind Lombardi Industries, one
of the biggest, most successful companies in the world. He felt
humiliated, sick and less than a man for the first time in twenty-nine
years of existence.
How was he to explain this fiasco in acceptable terms to his vulnerable
mother? Alice Lombardi was literally counting the days to her son's
wedding and was pitifully eager to cradle her first grandchild in her
arms. She was a sick woman, crippled by arthritis, further weakened by a
series of debilitating illnesses. Every week she survived was a literal
gift from God and her poor health permitted her precious few pleasures
in life. Now there would be no wedding, no prospect of a baby to fill
the empty nursery, no bright and chatty daughter-in-law to occasionally
enliven her dull, pain-filled days...
He had never openly acknowledged the reality before but he needed a wife.
'Tammy means nothing to me...it's not like she was another man.' The
insidious and seductive echo of Christabel's husky voice made Rio's
hands clench into ferocious fists. No, he could not, would not forgive
her, not for the sake of his own powerful libido, not even for the sake
of the mother he adored. Christabel, the woman he had loved beyond
belief, was a total sham. What did that say about his judgement? He had
believed he knew his fiancée through and through, yet he had not even
penetrated the surface of that calculating immoral mind of hers. He
could not have chosen worse had he decided to marry a total stranger. He
might as well stop and ask the first woman he met to be his bride...
With a harsh and bitter laugh at that insane idea, Rio Lombardi poured
himself a large brandy from the bar in the back of the limo.
Holly was cold, hungry and scared.
It was barely one in the morning and the whole of the rest of the night
hours still stretched ahead of her. For how long had she been walking?
Her back and her legs ached and her vision was blurring with exhaustion
but where could she possibly stop for the night that she would be safe?
She had sat around in a train station for most of the day, moving seats
every so often, striving not to attract the attention of anyone
official, until the crude heckling of two youths had forced her to take
refuge in the cloakroom. While she had been trying to freshen up there,
her jacket, which had had her purse in the inside pocket, had been
stolen. Her own fault for taking her jacket off, leaving it carelessly
draped over Timmie's buggy and turning her attention away for a minute.
No point approaching a policeman, not when awkward questions would be
asked and an address requested. Her purse, which had had her last few
pounds in it, was gone and that was that. Like so much else that had
happened to Holly since her arrival in London so full of naive hopes
seven months earlier, it was just one more kick when she was down, one
more piece of bad luck in a run of bad luck that seemed endless.
As she paused to check that her eight-month-old son was still wrapped up
snug against the chilly air, she shivered violently and fingered the two
battered carrier bags that now contained all that she possessed in the
world. She had to be the ultimate loser and failure, she decided
wretchedly. Useless at everything, not even able to put the shabbiest
roof over Timmie's head and look after him as he deserved. Here she was
out walking the streets, homeless and penniless, next door to being a
beggar...
Yet just twenty-four hours earlier she really had tried so hard to pick
up her sagging courage and get a grip on her
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problems. She had gone to the Social Security office to report that her
landlord had tried to break into her room twice during the night and
that she was terrified of him.
'We've never had any complaints about him before,' the woman behind the
